In the roar, a bright light came.
The mage's previous ice armor saved his life.
A frost shield suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the bombardment of bullets, ice chips splashed, water mist steamed, and the water vapor generated by the impact of the high-temperature bullet and the ice shield suddenly diffused, obscuring the sniper's vision.
"Go back, go back to the woods."
The mage shouted sharply, and he turned to look at the dense woods, then gritted his teeth and cast a flash.
With a flash of bright light, his figure disappeared at once, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in the woods, he shook a little dizzily, and then quickly hid behind a large tree.
This is a very powerful teleportation spell that can teleport the caster twenty yards ahead, but if there is an obstacle in the path, the caster can easily be hit on the head and bleed, and there have even been tragic cases in history where the caster has embedded himself in the wall.
Luckily, the mage had really good luck today, and he returned to the woods intact.
It is worth mentioning that this mage was able to escape from Diego's spear, not because he was stronger than the Dreadlord, but because in Azeroth, it is difficult for spellcasters to be killed by a single blow if they are prepared.
The death of Varimathas can only be said to be so carried away that he forgot to bless himself with any defensive spells.
But even so, it took a lot of effort for Diego to really kill the demon.
On top of the farm's barn, Diego struggled out of the straw on the roof.
Looking from this direction, the mage was no longer visible.
"Damn it!"
He looked at the distance between the roof and the ground, then jumped down the sloping roof and ran wildly towards the edge of the woodland.
Only ten seconds had passed since the gunshots rang out.
And before that, at the moment when the gunfire rang out, a piece of land that looked the same at the edge of the woodland suddenly lifted up, and the minotaurs and orcs jumped out of it and rushed towards the Scourge soldiers who had already walked out of the woodland.
The dwarves weren't with them - the pit they were hiding in was too deep for the dwarves to jump up.
Dezko prayed from the bottom of his heart for the help of the earth, and the latter immediately responded to him.
The ground shook violently under the feet of the Disaster soldiers, some of them fell to the ground in embarrassment, some of them inserted their weapons deep into the ground to keep their balance, and some had to throw away their weapons and hold the trees with both hands.
The sudden earthquake quickly disappeared, and the apprehensive Scourge soldiers packed up their ranks and prepared to retreat into the jungle.
But just then, a whirlwind figure roared into the crowd.
More than one soldier was knocked to the ground by the orcs, and before they could get back up, a cold, sharp spear slashed through their throats and took their lives.
The Blood Spear danced wildly through the crowd, a terrifying roar coming out of his throat, and he attacked recklessly and furiously, never blocking the weapons that slashed at him, but every Scourge soldier who wounded him would fall under his spear, and for the orcs, the blood and pain only made him angrier and more insane.
The Scourge soldiers fought in panic and finally held their ground before the orcs could inflict more damage, but to their despair, an even taller figure appeared behind the orc, the light of the water elemental converged in his hands, and then enveloped the orc's body, it was the healing spell of the minotaur shaman, and almost in the blink of an eye, the wound on the blood spear stopped bleeding.
Then, Dezko joined the fray with a tongue of fire hammer.
The Scourge soldiers were completely suppressed.
Just as the fighting outside the woods was in full swing, fierce battles had already begun in the woods.
As early as the Scourge Mage's sharp retreat order was just sounded, in the canopy overhead, with the sound of branches breaking, a huge figure fell from the sky and pounced into the reinforcements who had not yet stepped out of the woods.
With a crisp sound of bones shattering, a Scourge soldier was smashed directly into a puddle of flesh.
The soldier who walked behind him hurriedly raised his sword, but the giant bear didn't give him any chance, it pounced fiercely, and only one sweep knocked him away.
Then, when the other soldiers finally came to their senses, the druid had circled behind a large tree and attacked a lone soldier.
Although the trees were dead and Masrae was unable to use natural spells to communicate with them to help him, the Night Elves were still able to navigate the dense forest, using the woods nimly to keep himself up to three enemies at all times, while the rest of the Scourge soldiers were kept at bay by the trees.
The mage was also startled by the sudden attack, but after a few seconds, he realized that the bear had made an unforgivable mistake.
It ignores a deadliest enemy, one that should not be ignored the least.
The mage even felt despised - you turned a blind eye to my such a sloppy existence!
He raised his shriveled and withered hand, and the blue ice energy gathered at his fingertips.
"Fool, pay with your life for your mistakes!"
A voice roared in his heart.
However, before the ice arrow could condense and form, a huge sense of crisis had already enveloped his whole body.
He didn't have time to turn around, and he rolled in front of him.
In a flash, he saw a beast with dark green eyes swooping down on him.
"Damn it!"
The mage dodged the yellow leopard's attack in a fit of rage, and reason told him that he couldn't dodge like this, that he could never be more agile than a bobcat.
He summoned the magic in his body as fast as he could, trying to unleash an ice spear technique.
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However, the big cat leaped nimbly through the jungle, sometimes striking from behind, sometimes running in front of him and waving its claws to scratch the frost shield in front of him, and he had to carefully dodge the beast's bite, the sharp teeth in its mouth that shimmered with a faint blue light were clearly enchanted, and he was not sure that his protective spell could resist its piercing.
The shortcomings of the academic mages were laid bare at this moment: they were not focused enough to lock on to their targets in the heat of battle, they couldn't recite a single spell in their entirety, and worse, their spell choices were simply wrong!
Just when he thought that this time he was in danger, three Scourge soldiers armed with swords and shields finally got rid of their enemies and rushed to their aid, relying on strong shields and armor, although they could not defeat the big cat, they managed to block its attack.
It is spaced.
The mage hiding behind the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and after a few seconds, he finally remembered the words of the spell trainer: when on the defensive, or when being close to a melee professional, there are only two spell criteria that a spellcaster should choose: instantaneous, area attack!
Frost Nova!
He immediately unleashed a spell that met these two requirements.
This spell takes a very short cast time, only one or two seconds, and some mages who specialize in frost-based spells can even do it instantly.
What's more, this spell doesn't need to be locked onto at all, it's an area-of-effect attack spell!
A circle of dark blue frost energy burst out in all directions, and everywhere it passed, the ground was frozen with a layer of ice, and not only that, but when the energy encountered obstacles, it would spread upwards, freezing them into ice lumps as well.
Guan Haifa was taken aback, and before this layer of frost could catch up with it, it jumped out of the range of this magic.
This time, it's even farther away from the mage.
The mage finally felt safer.
He pulled out a blue potion from his bosom, bit off the stopper and poured it into his mouth.
This bottle of Frost Power Elixir was the treasure at the bottom of his box, and he had spent a lot of money to get it from the Psychic Academy, and if it was other battles that could touch fish, he was reluctant to use it.
As the liquid poured into his throat, a wave of frost power that was like an angry wave suddenly spread out in his body, and he felt the power all over his body, feeling them surging and agitating in his body, and he couldn't wait to erupt.
He couldn't help but flick his fingers, and then he was satisfied to see an egg-sized ice crystal appear on his fingertips, suspended in the air, jumping up and down.
He raised his head and looked at the big cat that was being dragged by the Scourge soldiers, it was time to show the power of the mage!
However, just before he could throw out the ice arrow, a thunderbolt-ridden warhammer flew from not far away.
The mage had just been dutifully moved by the energy-filled Frost Shield to resist the sneak attack, but the Storm Hammer never relied solely on physical damage to hit the enemy, and with a "bang" sound, the lightning energy in the warhammer was violently released, and the fierce electric shock shook everything around it could touch.
The mage's hair stood on end, his body spasmed, and his mind was in chaos.
Coming from the Academy, he didn't know an iron rule that battle mages had summed up in private: mages were always the most threatening target on the battlefield, and when they appeared, kill him at all costs!
Of course, the same goes for the enemy!
He couldn't even remember how many times he had been attacked today, and now, there was only one thought in his stiff mind: "How the hell did this damn hammer come from?"
” "Aha?
You think you can save your lord by getting rid of me?
On the contrary, you have no idea what a terrible enemy you have brought on him!
Just then, a loud voice rang out.
The bloodied, shattered dwarf stepped out from among the trees not far away, beckoning the magic hammer back into his hands.